Granite Bums

Midnight love
Stumbling the edifice
Of Grand Central’s
Massive halls
For lack of a better bed
The smoke’s surrounding him now
He says
“I’m so high I can’t speak”
and Jesus is coming dear
Jesus is coming.
Hair matted button broke
Sweater vest for schoolboy kisses
Subway musicians
Holding some tempo away
Whilst we sway
Lost in a train terminal
Lost in the lives
We once could save.
I fell asleep to stale fruit
And his arms
Woke to gasping
Grasping the East outside us.
Mingled inside us
Our Dreams death in her depths
But I can still
Breathe your love.

-Music in Regine, 2007